Not other than this

//Not other than this

Not other than this

Already Monday, late on a quiet night.
Much coming and going each day, like the wind and rain and clouds and sun.
Yesterday was election day in France, and I voted for the first time. Writing that, I’m wondering what « vote » means… Many people « voted » like I did, many did not, still others did not « vote » at all.
April showers bring May flowers, as we say.
I suppose the best thing I can say about anything tonight is that my certainty in the uncertainty grows.
I suppose I could also say poetry is not other than this.
Or as a poet wrote:
« La poèsie est sans réponse –
océan sans fin
elle se noie
dans un coquillage »
(Anise Koltz, « La poèsie c’est autre chose »)
« Poetry is without response –
endless ocean
it drowns
in a shell »

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Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste. The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.

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